On my first trip to DC, the lines to the Holocaust Museum were so long that they stretched all the way down to the street. Discouraged, my friend and I ended up trekking all the way back to our hotel. Ever since then, it’s been my goal to visit the Holocaust Museum. I finally had the chance in the fall and I am fortunate that I did. Visiting with my family made me all the more thankful for the life that I have and passionate to speak up for others who need a voice. The USHM also evokes a bittersweet emotion. In an effort to get involved with DC museums the way that I was so deeply ingrained into the community of Chicago museums, I applied as a volunteer, but was not offered a position. Nevertheless, I’m happy that I tried and am still grateful for what the USHM has given me as a visitor.
